My Last BreathThey lay entwined on the bedroom floor, her head cradled in his hands. Her breathing was becoming shallow and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She coughed violently once more and fell into a restless sleep, held by her true love.My Last Breath
She died sometime during the night, her breath fading out on a sigh. He awoke in the morning and wept, cradling her body close to his. She was gone. His love. His only love.
BloodlettingCrying slightly, the boy staggered down the alleyway. Blood became mixed with tears as it trailed down his soft face. He stumbled, nearly tripping and cried out sharply, a low moaning sound coming from the back of his throat. Holding his hand to his side, trying to repress his stitch, he kept moving, trying to get away from the invisible force.Bloodletting
Moving quickly, this time he really did fall, the harshness of the pavement grazing his blood red cheek. He lay on his side, feeling the hard pebbles through his thin jacket. Please God let this end, he thought desperately, not sure now whether he wanted to live or die. Maybe dying would
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Normality isnt necessarily a virtue. It rather benotes a lack of courage
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Normality isnt necessarily a virtue. It rather benotes a lack of courage
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Normality isnt necessarily a virtue. It rather benotes a lack of courage
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